Water For a Meal of Words

A flavour of flower that sweetens the mind with every encounter

I

Mount the shadows that arise but your smile that gleams with a joy recoil the mounted shadows,

Zapping a vengeance into nothing but a happy moment.

Soft melodies awaken me and strain my sleep with the face that cures me

I

Have fallen for many before but for non so sinister in their radiant beauty and persona

Every moment is a laugh that becomes a gleaming smile.

Forking for a melody that yet again sweetens the mind is no effort,

I

Merely paint a wall with song and it mentions joy,

But in the words are meaning,

They may be opposed,

Or given a chance upon site and cherished for their enlightening details.

But whichever route the mind may choose to accept,

It is no harm,

When no.

It is amazing,

If yes.

For I am human

And so are you

But we heal.

These words compel my definite thoughts,

Which should be pondered upon.

The rifle may cause a bloody stain

But it may seize it's direct fire and morph

Into a pleasant memory...